| The Metro.... i remember searching for the perfect words
i was hoping you might change your mind
i remember a soldier sleeping next to me
riding on the metro
i was smiling as you took my hand
so removed
we spoke in france
you were passed the shollow one
isnt pastorstill a herd,
you were passed the shallow one,
isnt pastor still a herd
i can see it now,
smiling as i pulled away
so- rry |